IF WE HAD LIVED WHEN FIRST THE PILGRIMS CAME.
If we had lived, when first the Pilgrims came,
Founding on a rock their future fame;
Humbly would we celebrate the day
Love alone can make care free and gay.
If we had lived when Freedom’s cause was young,
Often would the heart be sorrow wrung;
Yet when war and famine thinned our ranks
Find its sweetest joy in giving thanks.
If we had lived, no light on either hand,
Trusting, when we could not understand;
Pressed by want and danger all the way
Thankful would we then have been to-day.
MUMMA ’ANG ME ’TOCKING UP.
Mumma ’ang me ’tocking up,
Want a yamb, a tilver tup,
’Orse, a tart, a dum, a s’ed
An a nighty, nithe and wed.
Me dus awsul want a dun
Bang-a-banging, dus for fun;
An a ’teamer dat will say
Toot-a-toot, toot, duss iss way.
Wite a ’etter, mumma dear,
Wite it bid so he can hear
’Tanty Taws, be thure an ’top.
Div me a whole baby s’op.
All de doodies, oo ull know
Yarf an kie, an soot, an blow;
Want an ’oop, a joll, a s’ate,
’Ots and ’ote of sings to ate;
Tanny, ’ugar, feenuts, jum
Tell him dat he mustest tum.
Weed it mumma, so to see
If oo said it dus like me.
It ull do iss time I dess,
Ceps me want a pwetty dwess,
Thure the ’tocking don’t forget
Thign with love, from ’Ittle Pet.
OUR JOY IS MEASURED BY WHAT WE DO.
We bring to the Lord and we call it giving,
It is merely paying a debt we owe.
The life we from day to day are living
Is broader, deeper, than man may know.